Law of the Jungle: A Destiny Roleplay (RETIRED)

It was rather quiet that night in the Tower bar, with not too many guardians in it. That was the way the Hunter liked it. It had been a while since he had come anywhere near the Tower, or the last city. The only reason he came back was for some needed supplies, and maybe a drink. Many guardians looked at him strangely, because his armour was worn out of shape and blasted with snow, giving it a discoloured look. His cape was not made out of fine fabric, but a thin animal skin. He walked over to the bar and asked for a drink. Taking off his helmet, the Hunter was relatively young, but had seen many days away from civilisation. He had grown a slight stubble on his face and he looked a bit tanner. No one would recognise him now, but the Hunter was known as Lake. (( Open ))

Autumn woke up in her room, glad that she had no dreams last night. She got dressed and waited in the FWC room for Duvanix and Alex.[spoiler]open to Duvanix and Alex.[/spoiler]

Role play huh..... Takes out dick. Slaps you in the face with it.

Perseus was sitting in a bar, inspecting a flash drive. His movements were slightly clumsy and he dropped it several times. (Open)

[u][i][b]Prophecy[/b][/i][/u] [b][u]Fundament[/u][/b] [i]The Leviathan stirred. Something was wrong. This was not right...[/i] [b]The Leviathan moved slowly, trying to obtain a sense of what was happening...[/b] [i][u]Deeper Below...[/u][/i] [i]Eir stirred. It was time...[/i] "Our focus lies upon Earth now..." [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

Oryx's Forces marched on towards the Citadel intent on capturing it. [spoiler]Unless you feel as if you'd like your character to be taken, please, reply. Thanks.[/spoiler]

[b]Having a bad time.[/b] Dante was running out of time. The dark wound his brother left behind had grown, and was starting to fester. It was only a matter of time before the darkness inside him completely overtook him. The voice of the darkness had gotten much louder, if Dante wasn't already crazy, he'd probably go insane. His inner demon taunted him as he fell to his knees, clutching his chest. [b][i]Hahaha.... Not long now boy. I wonder, how many will die by your hand?[/i][/b] "Shut... The hell.... Up........" Dante started rummaging through the folds of his robes, frantically scrambling to find the journal of his father, Toland the Shattered. He found it, but the old time fell from his shaking hands. He scrambled to pick it up, only to watch as his brother's blade easily pierced through it's cover. The book started burning. Loose pages drifted off in the wind, engulfed in an unnatural, black flame. "No!" Dante tried to reach out, but he could barely move. Vergil was looming over him, tapping the hilt of his sword impatiently. "Finally... I get to see the face that killed my siblings." Dante tried to respond. "Verg....... What...... I'm not......" Vergil cut him off by putting the tip of his sword to Dante's neck. "My brother died the moment he murdered my sister..." "..." Suddenly, Dante's pupils shrank as his entire body started spasming uncontrollably. He yelled out in pain. The air around the two brothers seemed to distort. It was as if the entire area had lost all light, and everything was in monochrome. [b][i]Heheh... Goodbye, Dante.[/i][/b] Dante's head snapped upwards. His eyes were white, his skin was black, and his appearance was much more.... Demonic. Without warning, a massive pillar of dark energy erupted and engulfed Dante. The wave of darkness was so intense, it was visible from orbit. Vergil was forced to take a few steps back. "Damnit... Seems I've made a miscalculation.... I'm not ready for this...... Yet." The blue robed warlock took his sword, and with it he cut a rift to an unknown location. He stepped through, leaving whatever was left of his brother behind. (Open. Primarily to Vaax, but whoever else wants to jump in feel free.)

[b][u]Kicking Ass and Taking Names[/u][/b] [b][u]Kylo/Layla[/u][/b] [b]The bell ringed three times indicating Layla's victory. Lord Shax had just finished his Arena. A place where guardians can test their skills in a closed environment and with limited enemies. Layla cheered happily and sprang away from the sprawled bodies of her former opponents. She went over to Kylo, her brother and hugged him. Who hugged her back but didn't convey any emotion due to his mask. The speaker (not the guy the device) sprang to life. [/b] "Up next, Kylo Oxton versus, Matthew Lang, Chad Browne, and Grant Dies! This is gonna be tough in CQC considering their all titans!" [b]Kylo and Layla look at each other. Layla kisses his mask.[/b] "When are you gonna take off that mask?" "Hopefully never." "Heh, you're the strangest brother a girl could have. In a good way. I believe these are yours." [b]She hands him a pair of black earbuds.[/b] "I already got the song ready! Just hit play!" [b]She gets in the stands.[/b] "Nock em dead!" "Aw. Wouldn't want to break any rules now would I?" "Just shut up and kick ass!" [b]Kylo drops down into the arena and looks at his opponents and studies them. All human male titans. New Monarchy armor. All full of bull shark testosterone. Predictable. As the clock struck down he rearranged his thoughts and had a conversation in his head. No one could know. But if you had training and concentrated enough you could hear scrambled messages coming from his mind. He cracked his neck and his knuckles. He put his earbuds in and played the Walkman. He grinned under his mask as it started playing: http://youtu.be/8nW-IPrzM1g [/b] "You know me so well Layla." "BEGIN!!!" [b]A right hook is thrown at him and he blocks it with his forearm. He grabs the titans elbow and drives it upward, causing the bone to stick out. As the titan screams in pain he jabs him in the throat, causing the titan to lose his breath and go unconscious. That's one. Another starts to charge at him. He easily trips him and slams his foot on his chest. Knocking him unconscious and breaking a few ribs. He grins once more at the dark satisfaction of causing agony to others. Two down. The final one comes in with a flurry of jabs. He dodges 5 and catches the sixth one. He slowly turns the titans hand, breaking his bones and slowly driving him to his knees. He screams in agony. Finally Kylo knees him in the chin breaking it. He starts to walk away. [/b] "Is that all?" (Open for reactions, conversations, or fights)

[b]dojo lego comes out of the portal and throws a massive nuke[/b] Boom shakalaka!! [b]falls into another portal[/b]

[u][b][i]A Kell's Last Stand[/i][/b][/u] [b]Alarms blare, the crew of lightship Seriks-fel move to stop the intruders on their ship. They are quickly eliminated as taken forces make their way through the corridors of the ketch.[/b] [spoiler]open to Internet[/spoiler]

In the destroyed region of the Ishtar Sink, a vex conflict was opening. It looked like a storm was brewing. Just as it had started, it came to an end. What was left, was two figures. One was hunched over on the ground, while the other one was looking around inattentively. They looked like a Warlock and a Hunter. " I told you not to touch the obelisk.... And you didn't listen. Like always." The one hunched over on the ground, the Hunter, looked as if he was holding back from vomiting. [i] Fu.... -blam!- you..... I had no..... Choice.[/i] The Warlock only sighed. " One Vex Promethean tricks you into believing that some obelisk could cleanse you of your darkness, and we get sent back here...." [i] Where is here?[/i] " The Sol system." [i] Shit......[/i] " And it doesn't look like we can leave anytime soon." (( Open. I'm bringing out some old characters.))

Alpha goes to Cosmodrome, watches sceneries. And he sighs as he finds that several Guardians surrounds him. "Oh, Great." [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[i][u]Cosmodrome, Forgotten Shore, Crack of Dawn[/u][/i] [i]The snow, cold between my toes and bringing memories of old times and of my soon to be home. I wander to the edge of the shore and reach my hand down to feel the cold arctic sea. I pull my hands out and shiver, my hair frilling up at the coldness. I looked to the sky and sighed, this used to be home, used to be my safe place. I still recognize the scents, the feelings flying about, but it all seems so unsafe now. I sit down and let the wind carry my hair, I close my eyes and begin to pray, my markings glowing, escaping reality on a spiritual level[/i] [spoiler]Open RP, character:Aerile[/spoiler]

[b]Gunshots ring out on the Dreadnaught Upon closer inspection a single warlock is seen fighting off a massive horde of hive and taken He cannot hold Already his ammo runs dry as he pulls his sword, knowing with every slash it will grow dimmer He fights, and fights, and yet, he is still pushed back[/b] ((Open))

Umm......can someone please visit me? I'm lonely and thinking about suicide.

[b]Hadron appears, he looks like he came out of the Hellmouth.[/b] [spoiler]Open to Vaax. He has damage to his juice box, he has lost an arm, and one of his horns on his head is broken[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Characters: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/174462139/0/0/1 [/spoiler] [b][u]Double Trouble[/u][/b] [b][u]Oryx's Dreadnaught, Hull Breach[/u][/b] [b]Layla and Kylo Oxton stand on a high ledge on the Dreadnaught, overlooking the Cabal and Hive. Layla and playfully dangling her feet off the edge while Kylo is down on one knee and his wrist is rested on it, he's scouting the area. Kylo looks at Layla.[/b] "Can you stop it?" "Stop what?" "Humming. It's aggravating." "Yeah. Sure." "I SAID STOP!" "I STOPPED! I STOPPED!" "NO! YOU DIDNT! YOURE STILL HUMMING!" "IM NOT HUMMING! ITS A MILD CHORTLE!" "WHATS A CHORTLE?!" "LIKE A HUM EXCEPT NOT A HUM!" "THAT DOESNT EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE!" "IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE!" "LAYLA! I SWEAR TO GOD!" "OK! OK! Ok. I'll stop humming AND mildly chortling." "Thank you." [b]Kylo quickly points.[/b] "Theirs our man." [b]It's an Acolyte. Except with black armor and pale skin. It's holding what seems to be a black stone, radiating green aura.[/b] "And theirs our Ascendent Stone." [b]They both get up.[/b] "Race you to the checkpoint!" [b]Layla starts to blink away.[/b] "Hmph." [b]Kylo drops into a void portal.[/b] [b]They both arrive at a slab of cover and duck behind it. The Acolyte passes by them. They both quickly turn up behind him. Kylo taking out his dual Hollowed Silence of A'arn's. And Layla takes her dual Imago Loops. They both aim at him. Kylo speaks first.[/b] "Zodrik. We have a couple questions for you." "Hehe, Guardians. Like mice chasing cheese. Only to get caught by a cat." [b]The Acolyte speaks English, but his voice is hard, like rock scraping on rock. Suddenly he throws the Ascendent Stone causing a blinding green light. When the siblings get their senses the Acolyte is behind a barred door. He grins.[/b] "Like mice caught by a cat." [b]Suddenly Hive teleport in:15 Thralls. 10 Acolytes. 5 Knights. 2 Wizards. And 1 Ogre.[/b] "Back to back!" [b]They say it at the same time and lean on each others backs. They point their weapons.[/b] "Bet I can kill more than you bro!" "Hmph. Challenge accepted." (Aaaaaaaand Open!)

[b]ocean of storms, earths moon[/b] Duvanix spawned just outside of the hellmouth waiting for autumn, happy at his plan [spoiler]open to Autumn and Alex if Alex decides to post AFTER duvanixes plan[/spoiler]

[i]Ex'illias sit's in the mothyards of earth in a hidden spot watching those called Fallen. Hmm Fitting, He pulls out his wire rifle scanning the area watching for those called guardians[/i] (Open)

This post violated [url=http://example.com]Apex Spartan's interests[/url] so he deleted everything in it but can't figure out how to delete the post.

I pass the staircase coated with blighted either, "So many taken, it really makes you wonder how he takes so much." My ghost Astra replies "or why so many are careless enough to be taken" "Well either way the collective's secrets are our priority right now." I respond "Clarrisa, have you thought about what happens if Oryx has 'Taken' the collective's secrets and knowledge already" my ghost speaks this in a terrified tone. She often speaks in such a way and it makes me worried. "Don't be afrai--" "I'm not!" She interrupts "Okay okay I'm sorry. Don't worry about it, I'm certain it will be intact." I stated this with confidence, as if I could pass some to her. "Apologies for the yelling...." She mutters "I forgive you. If you want I can call in some others from the tower to he--" She interrupts again "Yes...Please do." It is with this I can see through the farce, she is very afraid, but not of the taken alone. She seems to be unsettled by everything. "Okay then, let me set up the beacon." (Open)

[b][i]TWELVE HOURS AFTER VALLEY OF KINGS INCIDENT/ HIVE FLEET APPROACHING SATURN[/i][/b] Grixis stood at the edge of the massive room at the front of Sarkon's Dreadnaught. He wasn't the only one here however. Molkir, Vôlik-Dal, Calvik, Men'kaar, Stronix, even Sarkon was here, all of them looking out at the gas giant that was Saturn. But Saturn was only the location, what silently drifted in it's rings was why they were here. There it was, in the center of circular nothingness, was the dead king, Oryx's Dreadnaught. It was laughable how events turned out. The First Navigator, the mighty Taken King, killed by the same six Guardian fireteam that had slain Crota. Pitiful excuses for gods, both of them. The Dreadnaught later came to a stop above the edge of the circular clearing around Oryx's Dreadnaught, while the Hive cruisers surrounded both ships. A deep chuckle came from Sarkon. "[i]Go, my Hand. The time has come."[/i] A second later, two portals opened up behind them. One was his Hive-like jumpship, fully repaired and ready to sail the void. The other was a Tomb Ship. He was Transmatted into [i]Extinction Event,[/i] while Molkir and the Blades were transported into the Tombship. When they were ready, both ships tore open another two portals, and entered. He was going to enjoy what came next. ------------------------------------------ [i][b]ORYX'S DREADNAUGHT/ HULL BREACH[/b][/i] Two portals opened up at the threshold of the open wound of the Dreadnaught made by the crashed Cabal warship. Yet another example how disorganized the Blood of Oryx had become. Pathetic. He, Molkir, and his four Blades materialized onto the battle-torn ground of the giant room. He lead on with his cleaver in hand and his party behind him, Molkir hovering to his right and Stronix making thunderous steps. Cabal bodies littered the area, and the Hive currently present looked in their direction. One look, and they knew just what came aboard their ship. They all drew their weapons, black orbs quickly spawning in the Taken blight. Not a second went by when Tomb Ships appeared behind his group and deployed the gray and blacked armored Hive of the Wrath of Sarkon. Also, several black and white portals appeared in between the them and their Hive units. From four of them came four of many Reborn commanders, the rest an array of Reborn units. Sepiks Prime, Phogoth, The Nexus, and Valus Ta'aurc, all Reborn and amplified with their new abilities. And then all hell broke loose. Blood of Oryx clashed against Wrath of Sarkon, Taken against Reborn. It would only take minutes until the entire Dreadnaught was filled with the fighting. But as for them, they kept marching on, cutting down any and all Taken or Hive that got in their way. Their concern was not with control. No, they were here for something different. They marched on deeper into the ship, never breaking stride. Soon after, the entire ship echoed with war. [spoiler]Open mainly to Mega and Garuud, but one or two others wouldn't hurt.[/spoiler] [spoiler]Link to The Reborn https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/173204451/0/0/1[/spoiler]